this takes laughing alone with salad to a whole new level

Sisters Night

@queercapwriting‘s Danvers Sisters Week - Day 1 

Fun fact: The original version of this was super sad and so I scrapped like 90% of it and well…sister fluffs it is. Also, Maggie. Because I’m finding it very hard to not have her around. They’re all sisters now. ;)


It starts as it usually does, with a flurry of texts…

KARA: WORST.
KARA: DAY.
KARA: EVERRRR.
ALEX: You said that last week.

KARA: This one is worse.
ALEX: Are you ok?
KARA: Physically, yes.
MAGGIE: Movie night?
ALEX: You beat me to it!
MAGGIE: I’m a quick study. ;)
KARA: Yes please.
MAGGIE: Ice cream or potstickers?
ALEX: Not so quick, apparently.
KARA: Yo.
ALEX: Rookie.
MAGGIE: Right.
MAGGIE: Both it is.
ALEX: Our place or yours?
KARA: Yours?
MAGGIE: See you at 7?
ALEX: I have a meeting.
ALEX: Won’t be home til 8.
MAGGIE: See you at 7?
ALEX: Rude!
KARA: See you at 7. :)
ALEX: RUDE.
KARA: I LOOOOOOVVVVEE YOUUUUUU.
KARA: Both of you.
MAGGIE: Love you too, kid.


KARA: Alexxxx…

MAGGIE: Babe.

ALEX: …I’m thinking about it.
MAGGIE: DANVERS!
KARA: ALEX.
ALEX: I love you too.
ALEX: Whatever.
KARA: Thanks seester. <3
ALEX: <3
MAGGIE: Nerds.
KARA: You love it.
MAGGIE: Get outta here.
MAGGIE: Some of us have actual work to do.
MAGGIE: …but I’ll see you at 7. :)
KARA: <3 <3

When the door swings open, Maggie doesn’t even flinch. She was running late after work, and had to stop and get ice cream and potstickers—because Kara offered, but Maggie insisted. She’s standing in the middle of the bedroom, pulling her sweatshirt over her head, when she hears Kara come in, close the door, and flop down on the couch with a grumble.

She walks up behind the couch where Kara is face-first in the cushions and splayed out across the whole thing, “Is this a Kara problem or a Supergirl problem? …or maybe a DEO or CatCo problem?”

Kara mumbles something she can’t quite understand.

“One more time?”

She lifts her head, just barely, holding up a single finger, “Door number one.”

A Kara problem. Which means they most likely need Alex…who probably won’t be here for another hour. Maggie pads over to the kitchen, pulls the ice cream out of the freezer and grabs a couple spoons. As she walks back to the couch, Kara bends her knees to give Maggie space to sit before dropping her legs back onto Maggie’s lap and rolling over to lay on her back.

The worry etched on her face breaks Maggie’s heart—but she’s new to sister nights, and little sisters, and she doesn’t want to overstep, and she doesn’t know if she cares too much, too soon, or if it’s prying, or if it’s just plain weird.

So she silently hands over a pint and a spoon, and leans back, popping the lid off of her own. They eat their ice cream in silence for a few minutes.

Eventually she feels Kara’s eyes on her, and she glances over. Kara is staring, studying almost, her mind clearly working on something else.

“You know how when you’re little, you have all these grand ideas about what life as an adult is like?”

She raises an eyebrow, where is this going? But she’ll bite, “Sure.”

Kara sighs, “It’s nothing like what you think it’ll be.”

Ain’t that the truth. Maggie gives her a sad smile, “No, it’s not.”

Kara sits up suddenly, swinging her legs off Maggie’s lap and tucking her feet underneath herself, “How come nobody told me to prepare for being mostly unsure of literally everything in my life?”

Maggie considers the question, and props her elbow up on the back of the couch, “Probably because most adults aren’t brave enough or smart enough to admit how unsure they are of anything in life. Let alone everything.”

Kara’s shoulders slump, “Maybe they’re just better at it than I am.”

“Better at what?”

She sighs, “Life?”

Two big, blue, bottomless and watery eyes look up at her….and Maggie is again reminded of a puppy. They use “puppy” to describe Kara often, and on many occasions, but this is another level.

This is abandoned in a cardboard box, in a dark alley, in the middle of a thundestorm, kind of puppy.

She wonders if this is how Kara got away with everything as a kid, because damn—it would’ve worked on her. She pulls Kara into a hug and Kara’s arms squeeze tightly around her waist, “They’re not. I promise. We’re all fumbling through life together.”

“Alex isn’t.”

“She is.”



“You’re not.”

Maggie laughs, “I definitely am.”

Kara pulls away, and manages a small smile before wiping at her eyes with the palm of her hand, “You know, you’re a good detective, Maggie…but you’re not a very good liar.”

“No, she’s not.”

Both of their heads whip around, and Alex is in the doorway kicking off her boots and hanging up her leather jacket—all while balancing a pizza in one hand.

“Potstickers didn’t seem like enough,” she shrugs.

Kara beams.

And Maggie sighs, “One day, were gonna order salads.”

Alex slides the pizza onto the coffee table and answers Maggie with a slow, sweet kiss, and a smirk, “That’s no fun.”

“You need vegetables, Al,” her eyes follow Alex as she nudges Kara over and sits on her other side, “Both of you need vegetables.”

Kara melts into a hug from Alex before flipping open the pizza box, “Look! There’s peppers on the pizza!”

Maggie rubs her forehead, “That so does not count.”

Alex gives her a wink, “Does too.”

Kara hands them each a slice of pizza before taking one for herself. Alex throws her free hand around her shoulders and tucks her little sister into her side, “What’s wrong, Kar?”

“Life,” she takes a big bite of her pizza.

“Ahh… Yeah, that’ll do it.”

“Can I just go back to being a kid?”

Alex laughs, “You really want that?”

Nooo,” she groans, “Things just…suck lately. In general. Does it get better?”

“Of course.”

“When?”

Alex hesitates, frowns, “…I don’t know.”

Kara heaves a dramatic sigh, pops the last bite of pizza crust in her mouth, and lays out across the whole couch again—her head in Alex’s lap and her legs draped across Maggie’s thighs. “That’s the least helpful answer ever.”

Maggie and Alex laugh, and Alex toys with a piece of Kara’s hair, “Can you give us a more specific problem to diagnose? We’re only mere mortals here—not superheroes.”

“Ha. Ha.” Kara deadpans.


Maggie rests a hand on Kara’s shins, “Look…it’s a pretty tall order to fix your whole life in one night with one pizza. But if we can fix one thing tonight, then maybe tomorrow we can tackle something else.”

“Baby steps, Kara.”

Kara eyes go wide as she looks at Alex upside down, “So we get more pizza tomorrow?”

“That’s not—”

Alex smiles, “Sure. If that’ll help.”

“Al!”

She plays innocent, “What?”

“I fear for Gertrude.”


Alex scoffs, “It was your idea!”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

Kara pops her head up, looking between the two of them, confused, “Wait—who’s Gertrude?”

But Alex puts a hand on her forehead, and makes her lay back down, “Don’t worry about it.”

Maggie grins and winks at Alex, and Alex blushes.

Kara rolls her eyes, “Your cuteness is adorable, but not helpful.”

Alex turns her attention back to her sister, “I’m sorry, Kara. Where were we?”

She sits up with a grin, “More pizza!”

“You haven’t even touched the potstickers.”

“How did I forget?!”

“Danvers!”

My Idol: Part Eighteen

My Idol
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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Bucky x Reader (eventually)

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Word Count: 2,467 words

Warnings: swearing, violence, angst.

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I was seething. Everyone knew I was, too. Dinner was a silent affair and I couldn’t look at anyone. Especially Tony. Looking at him just made me want to kill him. I silently get up from my spot at the table, picking up my plate. I ignore the slight sting in my hands and set the plate into the sink. I walk out of the common room and head straight outside.

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You came back to the bar after the cops were gone. Sam ordered you both burgers and himself a salad. He finished his salad pretty quickly and went to talk to the bartender then came back with 3 beers, both of your burgers untouched. “You do realize there’s red meat within striking distance, right?” He asked.

“How many times I gotta tell Richie, he’s gonna get himself in trouble?” Dean asked, ignoring Sam’s comments.

“Dean, you’re assuming he’s missing.” Sam sighed. “Maybe he just bailed.”


“He’s a moron.” You said. “He’s a sweet moron but he’s not a coward. He wouldn’t just bail.”

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Grace slams the door of the station wagon and walks over to the second car behind it. Why both sets of parents/stepparents had to accompany her, she’ll never know. They’ve all already done this for her older brother, who is, of course, the only person lucky enough to avoid move in day. 

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Louis: Louis has always been the funniest person to me, and I fell in love with him for that very reason. He could make me laugh when I wanted to cry, and he was always there for me even when I just needed a little cuddle therapy. The one thing we never spoke about, though, was my height. I had always been a short girl, and standing next to Louis was almost weird. When I was in high school, the girls would call me a munchkin, and the boys would make dirty jokes about being with a “midget.” It was all so very hurtful, and Louis knew it wasn’t something to joke about.

Today, the boys were all over for to watch a football game, and I had been upstairs working on my computer. I was getting hungry, so I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen for a snack, and maybe surprise the boys with something to snack on as well. When I stepped into the kitchen adjoining the living room, I heard the boys sharing their girlfriends’ secrets. 

“You wanna know something so funny about Y/N?” Louis says in between laughs. “You know how she is so short? Well apparently in high school, the guys would call her a midget and make dirty jokes about it. it’s not supposed to be funny, but I can just hear the jokes and it makes me crack up." 

The rest of the boys laughed along with him as I made my way to the back of the couch they were sitting on.

"Really, Louis??” I said in a monotone voice. He whipped around and stared at me with wide eyes.

“Y/N I–" 

I held my hand up and walked back to our bedroom, slamming the door so he knew how angry I was. He knew I couldn’t stand those painful memories, and he knew it was something I didn’t like being discussed between the two of us, let alone between all of the boys and him! 

I decided to shut off my computer and turn the TV on. I sat on our bed brooding, hot tears streaming down my face, until I heard a soft knock coming from the other side of the door. 

Zayn: 

"I don’t know, Y/F/N, I just knew something was different. I sometimes only spot instead of getting my full blown period, so I didn’t think of it. I don’t know what I’m going to do." 

After my doctor’s appointment, I stopped by Y/F/N’s house to tell her the news. 

"When are you going to tell Zayn?”

“Not until he comes back from tour next week. I don’t think something like this should be told over the phone or a skype call. Plus, I wouldn’t want to give him the chance to never come back.." 

I was so upset and scared that Zayn would leave me and I would be alone. I didn’t know how he would react, and I didn’t know how to even tell him.

The next week seemed to go by super quick, and Zayn was home from tour on a break. I was just so happy to see him, and the news I had to tell him soon slipped my mind. We hadn’t seen each other in a little over two months, and needless to say, our sex drive was set on high. I pushed the news right out of my mind, and I just wanted to have a good couple of days with Zayn before our lives are changed forever. 

"Y/N!” Zayn called, coming around the corner into the kitchen. 

I was making a salad when Zayn wrapped his arms around my waist and set his scruffy chin in the crook of my neck to look over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a salad. Are you hungry?”

“No, I was just coming to tell you the boys are on their way. They want to play some new video game they bought,” he mumbled against my neck. 

“Okay, just try to keep the noise level down for me, I have a massive headache right about now.”

The boys arrived and the next hour became an hour of shouting and laughter. I couldn’t take any more of it, so I decided to make my way to the living room.

“So how are you and Y/N? How was your first night back?” Harry asked Zayn.

“It was alright. The sex was great and everything, but I feel like she’s gained a little more weight than the weight she usually fluctuates with. I just think she hasn’t been working out since we’ve been gone.”

I turned around, tears in my eyes, and ran back to the bedroom. I knew I had gained weight, but I had a legit reason and it wasn’t anything I could prevent! I laid down on the bed, bawling, until my eyes became droopy and I fell asleep.

Harry: Harry was my angel, and I was so grateful to have him to comfort me when I needed a little cuddling. The past two months have been so hard on me, and Harry has been with me the whole way through. I didn’t get to say goodbye to my grandfather, and I have been feeling so guilty and sad. I wish I had gotten the chance to tell him I loved him one more time, so I now tell everyone how much I love them whenever I get the chance. 

Today, we were having a movie day with the other boys and their girlfriends, and I was feeling so happy. 

“Babe, can you get me a beer, please?” Harry looked at me, giving me a smug side smile.

I slapped his stomach and made my way to the kitchen with a small “sure.”

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and made my way back to the living room, stopping at the sound of my name.

“It’s just, I know she’s sad about her grandfather, and I get that, she’s just so clingy. It was two months ago, and you would think she would be at least kind of over it. She doesn’t really talk about it, she just clings to me and wants to know my every move. I don’t know how to deal with it.” In the mirror on the wall, I could see him rubbing his eyes.

It broke my heart to hear what he thought of me the past couple of weeks. I leaned against the wall, trying to compose myself, when I heard someone ask where I was.

I brought Harry back his beer, and sat a good foot away from him. He gave me a weird glance, but decided to stay quiet. If space is what he wanted, then I would do anything to make him happy.

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There you are, guys! There is the rest of the boys, and I will be uploading part two of all the boys soon! I promise it will be today!

-Ally xx